Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 820

Chapter 820

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Don't tell me.

You pay the wages to whomever you owe them."

Boss Zhang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, we will pay the wages to those who are owed.

I’ll send it to him now.”

At this moment, he could no longer care about the splitting headache. He stood up and picked up the money on the table. He looked at it and felt that it was not enough. He picked up the wad of money next to it and said, "Borrow it. I'll transfer it to you later."

After saying that, he walked up to Liang Songtao with the money and stuffed all the money into Liang Songtao's hands.

Liang Songtao was like in a dream, looking at the blood-stained money in his hand, not knowing what to do. He looked at Ye Changqing with surprise and helplessness.

Coincidentally, Ye Changqing's eyes met his, and he quickly said, "Thank you, thank you."

Ye Changqing glanced at the money in Liang Songtao's hand and asked, "Is it enough?"

what?

Liang Songtao was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking whether the money in his hand was consistent with the salary he wanted. He shook his head: "I didn't count the money."

Ye Changqing said calmly: "You count it, if it's not enough, ask him to make up for it."

Oh ~

Liang Songtao responded, sorted the money in his hand, and began to count them one by one.

Boss Zhang held his head in his hands, hunched his neck, and gasped in pain. Seeing Liang Songtao counting the money, he said like a wizard, "I have 32,000 yuan in my hand, and there are at least 15,000 or 16,000 yuan on Lao Liu's desk.

Don't count, it's just more, not less.

Take them all.”

Although he covered his head, blood continued to flow down his forehead and ears.

Some of it flowed down his hand, onto his arm, and then dripped from his elbow onto the ground.

He was terrified, as if what was flowing out was not his blood, but his life.

He no longer cared about the amount of money, he just hoped that Liang Songtao would take the money and leave quickly.

Only then did he dare to call 120 for bandaging treatment.

Liang Songtao counted the money and said, "I only want my salary, I don't want anything more.

I have to... Oh, how many have I counted to? I forget as soon as I start talking. I can't talk anymore. Let me count from the beginning, one, two, three..."

Boss Zhang was extremely anxious: "I told you, it's all yours. Stop talking and leave!"

Liang Songtao won't leave, and Ye Changqing won't leave either.

He didn't even dare to leave.

Now he just hopes that Liang Songtao will leave quickly.

Liang Songtao shook his head: "No, I can't take more money from you."

Boss Zhang was furious. His life was slipping away, and Liang Songtao was still dragging his feet. He roared in anger, "Liang Songtao, I told you to leave.

I told you a lot.

Take your salary and get out!"

Liang Songtao stopped after being yelled at, feeling somewhat panicked and at a loss, as if he didn't know whether to continue counting the money or leave quickly. Finally, he cast his eyes on Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing said calmly: "Count your money."

Liang Songtao finally felt confident and started counting the money again: "Where did you count just now?

I can’t remember it anymore.

We have to start from the beginning, one, two, three..."

Boss Zhang gritted his teeth after hearing this and wanted to start over again. The key point was that counting one by one was too slow.

It felt like a dull knife slowly piercing his body.

Yes, counting money felt like it was slowly killing Liang Songtao.

But when he looked at Ye Changqing's cold eyes, he didn't dare to speak.

The three people next to him were standing by, and one of them looked at the door several times, trying to find an opportunity to run out.

But Qian Cheng was blocking the door, so they had to give up.

The room fell silent again. Liang Songtao's voice of counting money was particularly loud.

"Ten thousand and one, ten thousand and two..."

Occasionally, a groan or two of pain could be heard, which was what Boss Zhang couldn't help but shout out.

It was not until Boss Zhang could no longer stand and collapsed on the ground that he remembered Liang Songtao's voice: "The total is 53,600.

I have an extra 8,600 yuan, all of which I give to you. If it's mine, I want it. If it's not mine, I don't want it."

Boss Zhang didn't have the mind to talk about this right now. There was already a pool of blood on the ground. He just hoped that Liang Songtao would leave quickly.

He waved his bloody hand and said, "Now the account is settled, you can leave quickly!

Please go away."

Liang Songtao walked towards Ye Changqing with 45,000 yuan in his hand: "Thank you for helping me, otherwise I won't be able to get this money back!"

Ye Changqing glanced at Boss Zhang and felt that it was inconvenient to talk here: "Let's go, let's talk outside."

Liang Songtao hummed, "You go ahead."

Ye Changqing turned around and greeted Qian Cheng, and they walked out of the room together.

The moment Ye Changqing turned around and walked out, Liang Songtao untied his belt with one hand and stuffed the money in his hand directly into his crotch.

Then he lowered his head and tried to tidy it up, but no matter how he did it, more than 40,000 yuan was stuffed into his crotch, and the thin summer clothes could not cover it at all.

Ye Changqing walked two or three meters away and didn't hear any footsteps behind him. He turned around and called out, "Liang Songtao, why aren't you leaving?"

Liang Songtao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He took off his work short-sleeved shirt, covered his crotch with it, and walked out.

But every time I took a step, I felt the four stacks of banknotes in my crotch rubbing against my skin, which was very uncomfortable.

After a few steps, he frowned. Ye Changqing saw Liang Songtao coming out with his back bare and his short sleeves lifted up, and asked, "Is it hot?"

Liang Songtao was afraid that Ye Changqing would notice something strange about his crotch, so he pretended to be calm: "It's not hot, not hot at all.

Thank you for helping me get my money back.

How about I treat you something?"

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "Sure, where are we going? You lead the way."

If I want to talk to Liang Songtao about the book "Jingshang", it would be more appropriate to find a place and talk while eating, rather than standing here and chatting.

Liang Songtao pointed outside: "Let's go, go outside."

As he spoke, he walked forward, holding his short-sleeved shirt with both hands to cover his crotch.

But with every step he took, the four stacks of money in his crotch would always rub against the bell.

My delicate and sensitive skin couldn't bear this kind of friction at all. It felt like torture.

He suddenly regretted putting it in his crotch.

But it's too late now.

The three of them walked out the door and across the street. At a small stall selling grilled sausages, Liang Songtao stopped and said to the woman selling sausages, "Give me some grilled sausages."

When Ye Changqing heard Liang Songtao was buying something, he stopped and looked around the shops on both sides of the road. He wanted to find a suitable restaurant, not too high-end or too noisy, but just a slightly larger place where he could chat quietly.

Fifty meters away, there is a shop with the words "Tianyuan Hotpot" written on it.

His eyes lit up. This kind of hot pot restaurant usually has private rooms.

The private room is a good place to chat.

He turned to look at Liang Songtao, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Liang Songtao handing him a sausage. He was stunned for a moment. Liang Songtao smiled and said, "Thank you for helping me get my salary back.

I'll treat you to a grilled starch sausage as a token of my gratitude.

I have something else to do, take your time eating, I'm leaving now."

As he spoke, he stuffed a starch sausage into Ye Changqing's hand, then turned and left.